That same evening, two other people in Gurlitz, were standing at a window, and looking through the panes, in the twilight,--not at the God's acre, that was far from their thoughts, no, at the Pastor's acre,--and Pomuchelskopp said to his Hänning, now they could not fail, now the field fell out of the lease, now they would have it, he would speak to the new Pastor about it, before his appointment. "Muchel," said Hänning, "the Pumpelhagen people will never allow it, they will not let that field slip out of their fingers." "Häuning, out of their fingers? I hold it in my own hands." "Yes, if the young Herr must accommodate you; but how if we should get a young priest here, who will farm it himself?" "Klücking, I don't recognize you, my dear Klücking! We have the choice; we will choose a Pietist. That kind are all taken up with their Bibles and Psalm-books and tracts, and have no leisure for farming." "Yes, but you don't choose alone, there are Pumpelhagen, and Rexow, and Warnitz." "Klücking, Warnitz and Rexow! What can they do against. Pumpelhagen and Gurlitz?--If the Pumpelhagen people and my people agree----" "Don't trust to your people, you will get nothing but vexation. Don't you know how the Pastor's wife treated you? and she can do anything she pleases with the villagers, they stick to her like burs." "Can't I get her out of the way? She shall move out of the village! There is no Pastor's-widow-house here, and am I likely to build one? Make the most of your meal, Frau Pastorin, you will have to go further!" "Kopp, you are a great blockhead! The election of the new Pastor comes first." With that she left him. "Klücking," he called after her, "I promise you, dear Klücking, I will make it all right." Yes, many a poisonous weed grows out of a fresh grave, when the heirs reach out impatient hands for the money and goods of the silent man, when a neighbor profits by the distress of the widow and orphan to make his own house and garden and fields larger and finer, and when the coarse fellow sits in his comfortable sofa corner, and grumbles at it, as a great trial, that he must go out to water a new milch cow. CHAPTER XXIV.